Taiping Inn

Qin Su said coldly: "The five sects in Liaodong and the five sects in the northwest have long been different from each other. This time you are chasing my senior brother, I can't join you in the same situation."

Zheng Yijing sneered: "Senior Brother? Hu Liang has been away from Butian Sect for many years and can no longer be considered a member of Butian Sect. Are you and this senior brother also lovers?"

Lu Yanbing doesn't care about this because she grew up in Qingweizong. Qingweizong was called the East China Sea monster back then. It was not without reason. She had been used to all mean words, but Qin Su had to do so. He cared about it, so he reached out and pressed the snow on his waist, insisting on maintaining his reputation.

At this time, Li Xuan, who didn't want to make a big move, couldn't continue to settle things. He reached out to stop Qin Su who wanted to step forward, took a step forward, and said, "Your Excellency has repeatedly spoken rudely. I really don't dare to do it. A soft persimmon that started?”

Jia Wendao was very anxious when he saw this scene. There are rumors in the martial arts world that the relationship between the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion and Miss Qin is extraordinary. It seems that it is almost the same. At this time, you are humiliating Miss Qin in your words. Wouldn't you force the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion to take action? He hurriedly said, "Mr. Li, he is unintentional. Don't care. I will apologize to Miss Qin on his behalf. Mr. Li thinks what..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yijing raised his hand and the short sword in his hand had already flew out, like a long dragon Bai Lian. Then when Li Xuandu was still three feet away, it suddenly turned into nine flying swords.

Li Xuan's face was still calm, and with a wave of his sleeves, the nine flying swords began to sway. Four swords turned around and killed Zheng Yijing, and four swords began to kill each other, leaving only the last sword shaking to Li. In front of Xuandu, anyone could see that this sword was at its last moment and was shattered by Li Xuandu's fingers.

Zheng Yijing was somewhat unexpected when facing the four flying swords. Although he took the four swords, he was in a very embarrassed manner.

Li Xuandu smiled faintly and said, "It seems that Master Zheng wants to decide both the winner and the loss of Li, and the life and death. Then Li will do it!" After that, he just slapped the table and the chopstick cage on the table. A chopstick in the middle jumped up on its own and shot towards Zheng Yijing.

Zheng Yijing stepped out one step and stretched out a finger.

The chopsticks collided with their fingertips, and the whole chopstick kept moving forward, shattering inch by inch.

Zheng Yijing sneered: "The sword immortal of the Purple Mansion is just like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuandu swept his sleeves on the chopstick cage. The chopstick cage flew high, like a sword box, and the chopsticks in it were flying swords, trembling endlessly. As long as it was shot out, it would be a sword rain. .

Zheng Yijing's face changed drastically, he floated back, kicked a table, and poured his energy into a shield to resist the rain of arrows. But the next moment, the chopsticks shot the table into a sieve, and the castration was not diminished, but still excited. Shooting at Zheng Yijing.

Zheng Yijing had no choice but to use one of his protective treasures. A slightly illusory golden armor slowly appeared on his body, allowing the chopsticks to fall on it, but it just jingled, but Can't hurt him at all.

Zheng Yijing was a little calmer and was about to say a few words of face, but suddenly he felt a strong wind passing through the building, and countless tables and chairs flew up in the sky, mixed with tiles, bowls and chopsticks, but Li Xuandu said that the wind swept away the remaining clouds. "Sweep across the legs in one move.

Zheng Yijing was shocked and could only resist with the golden armor on his body. He never thought that this leg was extremely powerful. Although he could not break his golden armor, he swept him out, causing him to fly. Crack the walls and land on the outside street.

Li Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "You said we should bully the few with the more, so you three might as well take action together. I want to learn the unique skills of Wudao Sect!"

At this point, Jia Wendao knew that it was impossible to be good, so he could only shout, "Brother Xiao Wang, take action!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already lying in his body and shot out two rays of blue smoke from his sleeves, the real and the real were uncertain, and he was erratic. Hu Liang shouted, "Be careful, this is the flowing smoke thorn of the female sect. '! ”

Li Xuandu has heard of this method, which is not the category of martial arts, but the magic method of methods. It hurts people invisibly and is extremely difficult to prevent. The only disadvantage is that the distance is too short and it must be close to you. How can a alchemist fight with people in close combat? So although this technique is powerful, it is a bit useless. It’s a pity to eat it without taste and throw it away. I didn’t expect to see it today.

However, Li Xuan was not afraid. He had been in the world for more than ten years and had few defeats after experiencing hundreds of battles. He had never seen any strange methods, and the alchemist had never fought. Yan Feiqing was a alchemist and the old man in Tibetan could be considered as a The alchemist, the higher the level of cultivation, the less obvious the boundary between the alchemist and the martial artist.

Faced with this "flowing smoke thorn" that looks like a virtual and a real person, Li Xuandu simply used his own way to cure his body, starting with the "cold moon saw" of the female sect, and the "cold moon saw" qi machine Concentration, gathering between the front lines is the most restraining method that seems to be virtual and real but inevitably dispersed.

Jia Wendao was shocked and dared not take it head-on, so he could only retreat and avoid giving in. At the same time, Wang Huchan had pulled out the huge blood knife from behind and slashed at Li Xuandu. The huge sword wind seemed to be about to split the entire inn in half, and the doors and windows were swaying, which was actually better than Li Xuandu. One leg was even more powerful, obviously Wang Huchan did it intentionally.

Since Li Xuan said he wanted to learn it alone, the others would not interfere at this time. A red light flashed by. Before everyone could change their minds, they could hear a tremolo of gold and stone, and the sword wind dissipated invisibly. Looking closely, Li Xuandu pulled out his "bone flowing light" and blocked the knife.

Jia Wendao had fought with Wang Huchan before, and knew the power of this knife. He didn't expect that Li Xuandu would take it lightly. At this time, Wang Huchan was holding the knife with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands and forearms were bulging. It was obvious that he had used all his strength, but Li Xuandu held the sword with one hand, and it was really scary.

Li Xuandu said calmly: "It's hard to achieve anything with brute force. Go down."

In an instant, Wang Huchan screamed, but the ground under his feet suddenly broke. They were on the second floor of the inn at this time. How could they withstand Wang Huchan's attack? Wang Huchan fell straight to the first floor without any defense.

Li Xuandu didn't care about him and rushed straight to Jia Wendao.

Seeing that Zheng Yijing and Wang Huchan were defeated by Li Xuandu almost at the first encounter, Jia Wendao thought that he was definitely not his opponent, so he wanted to retreat, but how could Li Xuandu let him do what he wanted? The "Bone Flowing Light" in his hand turned into a white bone, and the coldness penetrated into his soul, causing Jia Wendao's movements to freeze. Then Li Xuandu slapped Jia Wendao on the chest.

This palm was the "Nine Yin Mysterious Dark Swing" in the "Thirteen Swords of Taiyin", which was a Yin Qi machine that hurt the enemy and destroyed things. After Jia Wendao was hit by the palm, he felt a strong Yin Qi machine seeping into his body and mixing with the cold air. One was virtual and the other was real, which made his whole body cold, like an ordinary person without any cultivation who had slept in the snow for a night and was completely frozen and unable to move at all.

Jia Wendao was shocked and hurriedly circulated his Qi machine to resist. In his opinion, no matter how powerful Li Xuan was, he was still at the Return to the True Realm. With his own cultivation, he could not break it, but resisting it was not a problem. However, as soon as he started to circulate his Qi, he immediately felt something was wrong. Although he could move freely, his whole body was still extremely cold, like solid ice, except for the palm of his chest, which was hot, like a branding iron.

He was shocked and took a deep breath. He stretched out his hand and tore open his shirt. He saw a black palm print on his chest, and there were wisps of black air around the edge of the palm print. He immediately lost his mind and exclaimed: "Ghost Curse!"

Not only Li Xuan was slightly startled, but Hu Liang also widened his eyes.

They both remembered clearly that Brother Song of the Fenglei Sect died from the "ghost curse", and the "ghost curse" was so difficult that even the leader of the Shenxiao Sect was helpless. After Brother Song died, a layer of frost formed on the coffin, forcing the Shenxiao Sect to nail the coffin shut with magic tools and carve talismans to prevent Brother Song's body from turning into a corpse demon to harm people.

How could Li Xuandu use the "ghost curse" at this time?

Even Li Xuandu couldn't help but look down at his palm. He was clearly using the "Nine Yin Mysterious Dark Dang", so how did it become a "ghost curse"?

Thinking of this, Li Xuandu couldn't help but look at the "Bone Flowing Light" in his hand.